So, stalwart reader, you know by now that we have a new member of the family. Cookie. And you’ve probably gathered that the resident cats, Fluff and Squeak, are none too happy with this state of affairs.

While Squeak is content to merely voice his disapproval, shifty grumpy Fluff is much more nefarious. Quite simply, he figured out who was actually responsible for the introduction of the interloper and promptly relieved himself (Numbers One and Two) on my new fabric beanbag. Then, just to be sure I got the message, he did it again on my black suede handbag.

While the handbag could be rescued (it was a lot drier, and I’ll just leave that up to your imagination, if you don’t mind), the beanbag — a more thorough assault — could not.

My problem? Emptying the beanbag of all beans and junking it. But where to put the beans?

Actually, I think I’ll leave it at that. What to do with the beans? I’ll tell you on Monday what I did with them but, in the meantime, if you can think of anything, put it in a comment. And have a good weekend.